The titan pulsed with an internal, sickening rhythm. Its obsidian shell absorbed what little light the vaulted chamber offered, dark and slick as cooled tallow. Lenka was shoved forward, her gaze tearing away from the brass-ribbed bulk only when she saw him. Yaro. He lay strapped to a bronze pedestal, thin filaments snaking from his chest and temples into the chassis. His face was ashen, his breath shallow, a mere ghost of the vibrant boy she knew. “Yaro!” she cried, a raw sound ripped from her throat. She surged forward, but guards seized her, holding her fast. Marev chuckled, a dry, rasping noise. “Ah, the familial bond. Potent. And precisely what the Corvus requires.” He gestured to a control dais near the base, its slate face inlaid with dormant runes. “Your brother has been quite diligent, soaking up the priming currents. Now, you, my dear Architect, will provide the final spark. Your Vodyan blood, steeped in the craft of Arcane amplification, is the catalyst.” Lenka struggled, her eyes burning. “What have you done to him?” “A slow, measured infusion of refined nightshade and vestige ichor,” Marev said, inspecting his polished nails. “Enough to connect him, to soften his resistance, but not enough to kill him outright. Not yet.” He smiled, teeth yellow in the gloom. “He is merely the wick. You will be the ignition. Imagine the authority, Lenka. The Krayan Hegemony will bow before me when I wield this.” Her mind, for once, felt clear, devoid of the emotional haze that often clouded her judgment regarding Yaro. This was a puzzle. A horrifying, agonizing puzzle, but a puzzle nonetheless. She had to break it. “Release me,” she demanded, her voice low, trembling with a fury she rarely allowed herself to show. “I can’t wake it while restrained. The matrix requires precision, focus.” Marev considered her, then nodded to his guards. They released her, but a dozen more stood at attention, their spears leveled. Lenka stepped towards the dais, her sinews tightening to sprint toward Yaro and rip the lines free. But she couldn't. Not yet. She had to calculate. The dais interface was complex, a web of interlocking runic sequences and brass linkages she hadn't seen in centuries. Yet, the underlying geometry was hers. Her memory, once a burden of guilt, became her chisel. She traced the grooves, her fingertips hovering over the strike plates. Marev watched, smug and idle. “The initial feed must be gradual, precise,” she murmured, more to herself than him. Her fingers shifted plates, not firing the ignition, but altering the bypass channels to force a cascading resonance. She was building an overload, a feedback loop engineered to tear the core apart rather than prime it. It would take precious seconds, perhaps a minute. Just as she was about to complete the final loop, a guttural roar shook the stone walls. Stellan, in his hulking, furred form, was dragged in, chained and snarling, by another squad of Marev’s elite guard. He was thrown into a cell of shimmering wards opposite Yaro, a captive audience to the impending strike. His amber eyes, though feral, snapped to Lenka, then to Yaro. Pure venom twisted his muzzle, and he lunged against the invisible barrier until the iron links shrieked. “Fascinating, isn’t it?” Marev purred, observing Stellan. “The beast senses the power. A primitive craving. He’ll make an excellent secondary fuel source once the weapon is truly online.” Lenka’s hands stiffened on the stone. *Secondary fuel source?* He intended to feed Stellan to the core as well. Her sabotage would collapse into slaughter if the beast was consumed before the overload took hold. Alarms blared through the fortress above. A distant blast shook the bedrock, raining grit from the ceiling arches. Marev’s composure cracked. “What in the—?!” “That would be Casimir,” Lenka said, a sharp, humorless curve touching her lips. The tracker had worked. “He’s always been so predictable.” Shouts and clanging steel erupted from the stairwells. Yaro’s quiet loyalists had answered the beacon she’d hidden on Casimir's courier. This was her window. Lenka slammed home the final bronze contact. The dais shrieked with shearing metal as copper sparked white. The frame began to shudder out of rhythm, its obsidian plating flaring an unstable, boiling crimson. Marev spun, horror slitting his pupils as he caught the misalignment. “Traitor!” he roared, lunging for her. But Lenka was already moving, sprinting towards Stellan’s cage. The ward was ancient Arcane script, designed to cage Vestige-bearers. She knew every seam, having drawn the blueprint herself. “Stellan! The south-east node! Smash it!” she yelled, pointing. The beast, eyes locked on her, followed her direction instinctively. He roared, hammering his clawed fist into the junction point. The barrier shuddered, splintered along the lattice, and blew outward in blue sparks. He was free. He turned toward her, tawny gaze fixed on her face, the snarling malice giving way to fierce comprehension. “Get Yaro!” she shouted, pointing at the dais. The iron-jointed leviathan groaned, its red discharge brightening toward rupture. Marev, seeing his prize unravel, broke toward Yaro with a silver-edged dagger drawn, ready to harvest the residual charge straight from the boy's throat. Stellan moved before the blade cleared Marev's hip. In two bounds he crossed the floor, throwing his bulk over the pedestal. The steel meant for Yaro sank hilt-deep into Stellan’s shoulder. A roar broke from Stellan’s throat, rough with defiance. A brilliant, sun-bright radiance erupted from beneath his skin, bursting outward in a shockwave that flattened the remaining guards and tossed Marev across the stone floor. The dying engine shrieked as the glare consumed it, collapsing inward into fractured obsidian shards. When the glare died, Stellan stood upright, human once more. His tunic hung in tatters across broad shoulders, unmarred by blood or puncture. His eyes, clear and piercing hazel-gold, held the steady fire of an awakened Vestige. He planted himself between Marev—scrambling dazed among the rubble—and the Vodyan siblings, an unyielding shield.

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